Not-So-Perky

Obliged, to senses’ pleasure and to soul’s discontent, I acknowledged all the appreciations, I often look at the world around me. They all appear same – puppets dancing on arrhythmic tunes. Clones moulded by the system, machines lethargically pretending to sweat for goals. Permanently busy nodding their way through, unsure of the purpose. An intense cold war for a better materialistic living. Fate of tames in the hands of hierarchy, with their laughter being echoed back to them. And then far away in mountains, amidst a fog of smoke, i inspect myself, indifferent and very much a part of this inanimate group, verily afraid of being accustomed to uptown lifestyle. Agitatedly, as this kindled fire turns into ashes, I have tried to learn, hoping the dots will connect someday. Little does my heart know and little does it seem to care!